scintillation - klance-- machel - ( DISCONTINUED )

a n x i e t y

"Uh, Keith?" Lance knocked three times, trying to pry the door open once. "Yeah, Yeah. I'm here. What's wrong?" Keith still felt uneasy. He wanted this hell to be over.

"You've been in there for like 30 minutes. You good?" Lance leaned on the door, almost falling when Keith abruptly opened it. "I'm fine. Let's just—I don't know. Do something?"

"Like?" Lance eyebrows raised, licking his lips. "Stop." Keith rolled his eyes, which oddly gravitated towards Lance's chosen hoodie. It was red. It kind of suited him. Keith's enmity started fading, and he also started feeling stable.

"I don't know. I really don't." Keith sighed, hanging his hands over the railing. "Are you sure you're okay?" Lance said in a softer tone, standing by. "Yes." Keith crossed his arms, turning around. "You want to go to sleep? I'm crashing on the couch, you can take the bed." Keith offered, well, it wasn't an offer, it was a behest. 

"Not really. But I'll hang around." Lance smiled, entering the room. Keith followed shortly after. "Okay. Good-Goodnight." Keith sighed, pulling the bedroom door in. Slipping back to the couch, the boy had the urge to grab his phone from the coffee table. Grunting, as well as resisting the urge, he turned around for his front to face the room Lance was in.

"Why?" Keith mumbled. He didn't understand what this feeling of butterflies was. Love was an exaggeration, but simultaneously, it wasn't. Keith was just satisfied with denying it. Lance obviously had feelings for another person, not to mention of the opposite sex, so what was the point?

What was the point of being in love with somebody who didn't feel the same?

To Keith, it made no logical sense.

But to Lance, it made all the sense in the world.

He say there, feeling cold on Keith's bed. The crimson walls were appealing, so Lance leaned against them. The floor was covered in a black tile, that was cold as well. Keith's room was cold. Keith was cold.

Lance had wondered why he and Keith couldn't sleep in the same bed. The other boy had said that he was over his neglected feelings, and he had gotten over them for quite some time. So why not? It didn't make sense.

At least, for Lance.

Ding!

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iMessage

Lance groaned softly, slumping and snatching his phone from the bedside table.

<3 Allura O3O
Hey sweets, wanted to check up on u.
you doing well?

Lance— ;)
ofc! I'm greattt!!!! Hru? Things ok at
home so far?

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yeshhh..Corans kinda mad tho

Lance— ;)
aish, y??
Read 8:12 p.m.

It was now eight-thirty.

No point in waiting forever.

Lance thought of going to check on Keith.
So he did.

He attempted to slip off the bed, that attempt turned into falling on the floor.

"Shit." the boy grunted, then picking himself up to check on his friend. "Keith?" Lance whispered. No response.

"Keith?" Lance stepped out more, raising his voice.

No response.

Then he saw it.

No figure on the couch.

No mullet hanging out the sheets.

No Keith.

No Keith Kogane.